Magical Strategist

With Teresa's comfort, the dragon calmed down a little. He lowered his head, his red hair covering his eyes. After a while, his shoulders began to twitch. He didn't make any sound, only salty liquid flowed into his mouth.

Silent cry.

Teresa pressed her body tightly against him, giving him support. People have seven emotions and six desires, even a raging fire, there are times when they feel sad and shed tears. His newlywed wife and respected master left him one after another, his most trusted friend Haitang betrayed him, and then his power was taken away and he became a useless man. Now even the minions on the street are enough to humiliate him. He has endured everything that has happened. He firmly believes that one day he will be able to recover his magic power, return to the battlefield, and do earth-shaking things. However, the only hope, Yasuo, has failed. Thinking of this, Teresa hugged him tighter...

Is this God's will?

"My heart is so heavy." A hoarse voice trembled a little. It must be because of the heart-wrenching howl just now that his voice was hoarse.

Teresa untied her arms, smiled slightly, and said gently: "Of course, that's what a man is." Then she patted Zhenlong's shoulder and asked: "You feel better after crying, right?"

"I didn't cry." Zhenlong denied. In fact, when he spoke, his eyes were still filled with tears. But he was a man who cared about his reputation, so he wiped them with his sleeves a few times to remove the evidence of crying.

"You really didn't cry?" Teresa said pretentiously.

"real!"

"Turn your head around. Just cry if you want to. It's no big deal. No one else can see you here anyway. I'm your sister Sha." Teresa said with a smile.

After the commotion just now, his depressed mood was relieved a lot. He had to accept the fact. Maybe it was God's will. No matter how much he refused to accept it, it would be useless. But then again, his hands were almost crippled. The tree that was "beaten" had become unrecognizable. Large pieces of bark fell off, revealing a bluish-white trunk with bloodstains on it.

"No matter how terrible the situation is, you can't do anything to hurt yourself. You're such an idiot." Teresa was bandaging Zhenlong's swollen hand. They both sat on the ground calmly. "Does it still hurt?"

Zhenlong shook his head. "It doesn't hurt, just a little numb."

"You're a man, but you can't stand this little grievance. Look at how swollen your hands are now. If you dare to do this again, I won't forgive you." Teresa said, pretending to be very angry.

"Haha, don't be angry. I just lost control for a moment. I won't dare to do it again next time." Zhenlong replied with a grin.

"You want to do it again next time?" This time Teresa finally got angry, and she said with a stern face.

Zhenlong shook his head quickly, "That's not what I meant. I meant that I won't dare to do it again. Hey, Sister Sha, your bandaging technique is very skillful."

"Of course, otherwise how can you be Lieyan's bodyguard?" Teresa said jokingly.

After a while, the real dragon's hands were wrapped tightly.

After treating his wounds, the real dragon disguised himself before setting off.

The next stop was the Chicken Head Gang's territory, the Lorenba Forest. As for the purpose, needless to say, they wanted to get back the things that were robbed by Abian a few days ago.

During the few days at the music academy, Zhenlong had asked Uncle Liang about the situation of Keer Albion. The Ji Shou Gang had more than 30 people, all of whom were fierce bandits from all over the world, and each of them had great magical powers. The bandit king Ji Shou was even more powerful, and he could fight the Paladin Garisis and five golden swordsmen for more than a hundred rounds without being defeated. The reason why the Ji Shou Gang dared to challenge the two major alliances of Middle-earth and Fortitude was because of their fighting power.

Zhenlong thought, if he were in his prime, he should be able to fight. The 108-star dark army of the Qingshui family was also exaggerated, but more than 20 of them were killed. As for what level of strength Abian has reached, it is still unknown, but it should be comparable to the Killing Star and the Demon Star.

How to deal with such a group of vicious bandits? Zhenlong looked at Teresa, because all the burden fell on Sister Sha. Sister Sha was a nun, kind-hearted, and never killed. A woman with no intention of killing went to war with a group of bloodthirsty bandits, and the result was predictable.

The real dragon had to hesitate whether he should go to Lorenba Forest. Or, should he challenge the Chicken Head Gang without any preparation?

Just like that, I was thinking about countermeasures while walking. I was so absorbed in thinking that I completely ignored the surrounding situation.

At this time, two men came towards them, one fat and one thin. They were both wearing old armor and should be soldiers with combat experience. However, their arms were wrapped in bandages.

"Look, skinny guy, it's that blond bastard again!" the fat soldier shouted. "Damn it, we meet again."

The fat and thin soldiers were the two who fought the real dragon in Pompeii, but later Abby set up a trap, robbed all the money, and cruelly broke their arms. Since then, they have held a grudge against the real dragon and vowed to skin and pull out the tendons of the "blonde bastard" if they see him one day.

"Kill him, you must kill him!" said the fat man angrily.

The real dragon then recognized the two soldiers and was furious. He shouted, "Who killed whom? If you hadn't informed Qingshui, would the monastery have been massacred?"

"What!" This sentence hit Teresa's sensitive area. She trembled slightly, then raised her head suddenly and looked coldly at the fat and thin soldiers.

"Go!" The fat and thin man looked at each other and pounced on the real dragon.

"I'll do it." Teresa quietly stood in front of the real dragon.

They are the culprits who killed everyone in the monastery! Teresa's face seemed calm, but she was actually full of anger.

call……

Is it the wind? No, it is anger, the silent anger of Teresa!

This was the first time that Zhenlong saw Theresa get angry. The leaves around her were rustling, and the stones on the ground were blown all over the sky. It was unbelievable that a woman's anger could cause such a big commotion.

The anger was filled with terrifying murderous intent, which spread like a demon with bared fangs and claws, instantly devouring the fat and thin soldiers. The two rushed halfway but stopped again. Their feet were trembling, and they dared not take another step forward. Instead, they wanted to escape.

The gap in strength was too great, and Teresa was able to intimidate the opponent into immobility with just her aura.

Even the real dragon next to it was affected, and its body couldn't help but tremble.

"There are experts here today, let's go." The thin man said tremblingly.

The fat soldier nodded in agreement, the two looked at each other, and ran away.